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they can never know
But everything is draped in gold
All my dreams are memories
Told my big brother
I would make them all remember me
Everyone is fake

I'm
Freaky like can man the truth be told
The whole industry is a damn scam
Ran by pricks with big heads
Like a NBA jam man
Im the Sand Man, You a Lack,

political parties is private clubs
That's not a democracy, That's the mantra ?
Demonic
Controlled by rich elite and economics
Never trickle down
And convict

Доджи 
 
Я OG, твое мнение – это то, что мне похуй 
 
 
 
Bullshit, ты знаешь мой почерк 
 
Сука подо мной, она по-любому кончит 
 
Громко, мощно, сочно,

can be
Where I'm from you gotta make it out while you can
Nigga's moving goofy he could never be my man
No more parties
No more bullshit
Baby I'm

boredom
If you think you're hood
You got quite a problem
But don't give me that bullshit
Michael Jordan
I smell that porky pie and cook it
But I arrive

like Cartman's seed
Think Shady's offensive? Heard of Sean P
Chino XL, Big Pun, Pac & B.I.G.
Before I.G. was a platform to generate
Pussies born men

What's wrong with these niggas
Farrakhan
I been chilling by the bar like I set a
Bond
Looking up at the loud like an Intercom
Staying off of that bullshit

Reality Check

Binary Star

Masters of the Universe [LA Underground]

represent I rock the mic 110 percent
It's intimate, I keeps the party moving like a imigrant  
Binary Star, superstar its no coincidence 
Every verse is

Ladies and Gentlemen
I go by the name DJ Lambo
We bouta get this party moving
I got a few of my brothers in the house
Sipping on that millionaira

After Hours [Extended Euromix; Version]

The Living Legends

The Gathering

2008

the drinks come strong
Five in the morning, I know the night young but she yawning
Took her to the 'tel let her feel what she wanting
I know I did it big I

list in order
This the album of the year by a long shot
Barkin' got your dog dropped
Please don't tamper with my bucks, Mike Alstott
I don't care

so they blew up my phone
Have me stressing, asking questions like
"Yo, how did it go?" I knew that when I hit the party I just put on a show

Yo,

We goin live
We gonna bump like hives
We gonna grind all day work hard
Smoke blunts by the 5
I met the money I was young
Stacked it up and in love by

anti-something
Party like it's Nineteen minutes till the big destruction
Running out of metaphors for things I'd rather not discuss
If I had things to say you know

you do get the message one word petty
Don't tell me that you sorry
Cause all you do is bullshit and party
Tryna hop in the 'Rari popping bottles

getting benched by some rappers that ain't got skill
I get to practice everyday and run a block drill

The frustration make a nigga wanna pop pill
But I'm

just need to be around some love positive vibes is what I seek
Yet I feel like I'm surrounded by the judge they gave Meek
Always trying to lock me down

a big space nigga
Now my style staying sharper than a switchblade nigga
So I bet you know I balled like a slick fade
I been running the city bout to take

Cam's man the truth be told
The whole industry is a damn scam
Ran by pricks with big heads
Like an NBA Jam man
I'm the sandman, I'm a 'Lac you a Grand Am

to rock and rock hard
Who got the mic to rock and rock hard
I said, who got the mic to rock and rock hard
It's a big stepper party you cannot get in
I'm

Did it too long now I realize the cost but we still hit the party I'm takin' some shots
The last month been chaotic I threw me a few
Cop Hella bottles

And it's putting me stuck
In this realm of life
Where I party all night
And bullshit all day
Always knowing what to say
Floating through the hours
Never

Going Back/Going Home

Butch Walker

Sycamore Meadows

in sixty nine
Middle class suburbs, every thing's fine
Fondue parties, my mom and my dads
Drinks being drunk and fights being had

I lost my virginity